“Hmm, if they be on the skinny side there would be just enough room for them, but if any are as large as Miss Dora Dumbledore then we will have a pr...blem.”“My wife will share my cabin, Captain,” I said firmly. I saw a grimace appear on the captain’s face but he nodded.“Of course, Sir Elijah.” He turned to the purser. “Place Sir Elijah and Lady Greenaway in my night cabin. I will be on deck most nights during the first week of our journey and will rest when required in my day cabin. That leaves. During the interval, we got talking discussing the play, neither of the royals realising that I was the playwright until Jolene said about how great my play was so far. I blushed as they congratulated me.During the second act, I found myself mouthing along with the male leads lines, each heartbreaking line, I muttered along with the male lead, each knife twist in the romance story line I followed knowing this act was the one that would make or break the play. I watched as the sad ending. They looked like a couple deeply in love and realising that made Burtshudder with bewilderment and jealousy. Part of him resented his povertyand this woman who had stolen his wealth and the rich suitor who pursuedher, but the greater part wanted to simply be that suitor. He wished hecould take Lady Ann's arm and guide her down the path. He wished he couldhold her in his embrace and kiss her.But he couldn't. It was clear that she cared for Lord Hurley now. Whatchance could he have against that. Her confidence around him was growing as she hit the magic age of eighteen.She slipped to her knees and took his cock out and, looking up into his eyes, licked and sucked his length into her willing young black mouth. In no time he spurted his cum and she swallowed every drop. Smiling happily she then cleaned him up with her mouth."Now, sit yourself down and I'll go and get your breakfast."Perhaps one day she could join them in bed, he thought. Daisy's willing participation was his deepest.